"Where did that little lass Jane go? When did she beco so bold? How can her body handle going to such places?" Harper Black had watched Jane Sampson grow up, and knew that her health had always been fragile since childhood. The mont he heard that Jane had traveled to the highland region, he too began to worry.
So people who aren’t in the best physical condition might not react at all when they go to high altitude areas, but those with poor health, once they suffer from acute high altitude disease, suffer far more than healthy individuals.
"I’ll make arrangents for you imdiately, then have soone contact you." Being family, Harper didn’t hesitate to arrange things, and as soon as he hung up the phone, he began to organize a helicopter rescue for Jas Black.
Jas Black’s request was for as soon as possible, the faster, the better, preferably imdiately, so for the sake of a last-minute helicopter flight, Harper made several calls to coordinate and schedule.
In less than thirty minutes, Jas Black was on board the helicopter arranged by Harper Black, and from soon after takeoff until the aircraft smoothly soared through the night sky, Jas held his mobile phone tightly.
At 4:30 in the morning, the helicopter arrived near the hotel where Jane Sampson was staying. Jas descended from the aircraft and rushed straight to Jane’s hotel, exhibiting his ID card and marriage certificate with Jane, and retrieved a spare room card for Jane’s room from the reception. He then raced upstairs to the second floor, to Jane’s room.
Upon opening the door, Jas imdiately switched on the electric light inside the room. It was small; Jane’s suitcase was in the corner, and on the bed, beneath the quilt, was a small bulging bag—unquestionably Jane.
"Jane Sampson?" Stepping forward, Jas reached out to lift the quilt that was tightly pressing down on Jane’s body, first softly calling her na. Seeing no response, he then called out her na a bit louder.
"Jane Sampson, wake up." Jas gently touched Jane’s face with his hand. Her entire face was extrely red, and felt very hot, yet her lips were an unhealthy pale, almost devoid of color.
She wasn’t just asleep and unresponsive; she was sowhat delirious.
Jas imdiately picked her up from the bed, locked the room door with his foot, and ran downstairs.
Jas didn’t dare think about what could have happened if he had arrived any later—would Jane have remained unconscious in her room, unnoticed by anyone?
After informing the reception, Jas carried Jane onto the helicopter, "To the wine market city hospital."
"Chief Black, is your sister-in-law unconscious?" The driver also seed worried, knowing full well there had been cases where tourists’ severe acute high altitude disease wasn’t promptly treated, leading to tragic outcos.
As the helicopter took off again, Jas held the person in his arms, his heart trembling with fear. At this mont, Jas suddenly understood what it felt like to be heartbroken.
Looking at Jane lying breathlessly in his arms with her eyes closed, Jas wished instead that Jane would continue to be mad at him.
"Jane." Jas kept softly calling her na, hoping Jane might still be able to hear his voice. Thankfully, after calling her na several tis, Jane’s eyelids suddenly twitched, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Jane couldn’t rember when it felt as though she was in space, weightless, with the whole world spinning uncontrollably around her, refusing to stop.
It was only after what seed like a long, long ti that soone kept calling her na by her ear, over and over again, tirelessly.
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